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THE ACTS OF WITCHES
CHAPTER 4 I dropped the igba and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I got home at about past 2pm. It was only my mother and booda Tunji that were at home. I knocked for over thirty minutes but no one opened. So, I had to sit at the entrance and slept off. Suddenly, I heard a strange cackle and opened my eyes. I saw a very big and strange bird flying into the compound. It flew straight to the back of the house. I followed but lost sight of it. The back door was opened, so I entered through it. I hadn't the slightest idea that the door could be opened as I locked it myself before leaving the house. I walked straight to my brother's room to check his state of health. Maami was there sitting close to him. She was sobbing. I moved to the other side of the bed quietly and sat adjacent my mother. "Nibo lo ji lo ni oru? Mo lo si ibusun e, mi o de ri e?" Maami asked. I couldn't say a word because I was tired and feeling sleepy. I switched on the torch light of my phone, raised my heard so I could just shake my head in response to my mother's question. As soon as I torched the light in her face, I screamed and collapsed. I woke up in the morning with maami sitting close to me weeping profusely. "Se mo wa fe padanu omo meji leekan na? Leyin ti mo ti padanu omo mejo? Iru adanwo wo wa leleyi?" "Am I going to loss two children at a time? After losing eight in the past? What sort of temptation is this?" She said repeatedly" I laid there staring into her face. Whether I should pity a mother who had lost eight children and on the verge of losing the remaining two, or, to ask her questions on how I fainted? Or, should I just tell neighbours what made me collapsed? "Awon agba lo so wipe, ki n se oun gbogbo ti oju ri ni enu n so" Maami said, looking sternly into my eyes. I was gripped by a sudden shock. Dumbfounded for minutes. I turned my face away from hers as she continued sobbing. Then I immediately drifted into deep thought. What could that adage mean? "Kini mo ri ti o ye ki n so?" E bami bi Iya labake!
By raphwrites3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Never Happen. Content Warning.
The studio had all the accoutrements of a space to record music. Soundproofing material, acoustics and a giant board that had just been installed. Top Shelf ventured into the booth and just lost it. He never wrote anything down and he often laid down the tracks in one take. He permitted no marijuana or alcohol in the studio to stay focused. He listened.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The Turn of Fate
Author's note: This follows Trial by Fyra. Naythan threw himself to the side landing hard on the snow with a grunt. "Oh for god's sake. Not again." he grumbled, before he hastily got to his feet and dashed aside to avoid yet another blast from the sorceress. He ducked beside a tree trunk and peered around it to see Lor'kan still standing behind the sorceress, arms crossed, watching the proceedings with interest.
By Tomos Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
F.U.J.I.M.O.
I get it. I used your '57 Chevy without permission. But permission is for suckers! Truth be told, I like to think of my balls of steel as rolling thunder--ball-lightning thrown down the alley to the 7-10 split--on that bat out of Hell that is my pteropine stallion. 666 is the speed I drive.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Missed Opportunties
In a hidden valley, nestled amongst ancient trees, lived two doves named Pip and Pop. They were inseparable companions, their feathers reflecting the morning sun as they soared effortlessly through the clear blue sky. But lately, a shadow of worry has fallen upon their routine. The once lively stream that gurgled by their nest had dwindled to a mere trickle. Each passing day brought anxiety as the water level dipped lower.
By Monnade Mixoum3 years ago in Fiction
Perdy's Quest
One day when Perdy was out on one of his walks in the woods with no name he remembers about that old poster he saw in that old barn. Perdy thought he would seek out one of his new friends and see if they knew anything about any dances that were held there. Now he knows that certain 'animals' would not be welcome if humans held those dances, but we are for the most part quiet participants during these kinds of events.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 27
Rachel and I make it out again without incident. As we pass through the gate of the posh neighborhood, I briefly lock eyes with the female guard who accosted me earlier today. I give her a little smirk as she rolls her eyes and turns away from me.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Urning a Living
He had a treasure box where he kept everything he'd lost. He resisted reappraising them because it was the past. Rummaging through it would be like trying to translate Homer into Tarot, neither medium in his wheelhouse. How could things from his past be translated with the language of things to come? Things in his past were written in a dead language; things in his future still hid in probability clouds, awaiting sublimation.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
